Creak! Screak! Rattle! Crack!
“What is that terrible noise? Where is everybody? Where am I? The last thing I remember is being on a bus. We were going on a boring field trip to a museum. I must have fallen asleep. Had they gone home without me?”
It is nearly dark and I am locked in the museum. The museum doesn’t open again until tomorrow morning. The sound I heard sounds like it came from around the corner.
I creep around the corner. I know it is the ancient Egyptian exhibit because before I fell asleep, I looked at the map of the museum and saw the picture. But the life-sized model of the ancient Egyptian with an arrow looks different. Suddenly, it blinks at me.
I give a “yelp!” I try sprinting away, but the ancient Egyptian shoots an arrow at the rock-covered ceiling. Blocks fall down from the ceiling. I am trapped in the room now.
“That isn’t a pretend Egyptian! That is a real person!” I think.
I try climbing over the hard rubble. But the scary man whistles and a light-brown dog with a black patch over his eye comes running through a museum door nearby that I did not notice before because it was brown like the walls. The dog has a red-blinking control on his back. The man takes off his ancient Egyptian helmet. He has scraggly brown hair and his eyes are covered with black sunglasses. It is not an Egyptian after all!
I know it is a robber because under the pretend ancient Egyptian clothes he is wearing white and grey striped clothes. He must have escaped from jail.
I do not know where to go. The dog is growling at me like a tiger, so I can’t escape through the door into the forest exhibit. The robber points his brown pokey arrow at me now! Now I see it is actually home-made. He is using a sword for the arrow part! He could shoot at any minute.
Then I realize I have one more chance to do something. The dog is smaller than me. I sprint past the brown dog to the open door and into the forest preserve exhibit. I run through the trees. It feels like it is midnight because I am yawning all over. The pretend trees and grass I run by are nice and comfy. But I cannot stop. I keep running. I run and run until I get to the museum office. I know no one is in there. But the door is unlocked. I go inside. There is no key, but I shut the door and put a chair next to the door so it cannot be opened.
Soon, I hear banging. I know the robber is there. The door can’t hold much longer. There is a clock in the room. I see that it is already 5:00 in the morning. The museum will open at 5:30 a.m. The banging has stopped. I think the robber must have gone because he must have seen the time and run away.
There is a chance he could be there but I decided to take the chance. I open the door. No one is there. I see cars coming in to the parking lot. One of the cars is a police car. Well, now I know what happened to the robber!
The museum is about to open. My teacher and parents might be here soon looking for me, when the museum opens at 6:00 a.m. for visitors.
I made it through the whole night in the museum.
The End